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Problem

This Is My Life

 

This Is My Life

(album: Mollywood 3: The Relapse (B Side) - 2015)


[Hook Problem:]
I do what I do, give a fuck how you move
You ain't getting it on your own you can't walk in my shoes, no!
This is my life, this is my life
Get high, drink drink made a gang of cash
And all my bitches got a gang of ass off
This is my life, this is my life

[Verse 1 AD:]
[?] you ain't living your life
[?]
Remember times I woke up stressed in the middle of the night
Then homie told me "Drop the pencil now start killing the mic"
Now these rappers all nervous, same niggas used to be homies
Niggas used to be hungry man of of these niggas's phony
I ain't doing subliminals, niggas sign is identical
Trynna blur me from blesses and I ain't even reach my [?]
Compton like Problem I have a lot of hoes
Used to call me ugly now a nigga got a lotta hoes
Bottle after bottle fuck my scholar need a lot to go
Rappers [?] If she ain't fucking then she gotta go
Adios
Used to sleep on me now they all bumping my audio
And I don't see no competition
Not being cocky I just don't go time to listen we winning my nigga

[Hook Problem:]
I do what I do, give a fuck how you move
You ain't getting it on your own you can't walk in my shoes, no!
This is my life, this is my life
Get high, drink drink made a gang of cash
And all my bitches got a gang of ass off
This is my life, this is my life

[Verse 2 Problem:]
Four baby mamas, five kids later
I'm still rich, you still a hater
Walking straight [?] and some phones in the [?]
Like ya diamonds ain't clear like patrol wanna chase us
Never need a favor from no nigga
Compton gorilla, dressed like a coke dealer
Lost for the coke and his nose like 'fuck with the white
I'm like no, shit... fuck it, this is my life
So I'm a turn up, L-I-T 'till I R.I.P it
Eveyday I gotta G it cause we don't get to repeat it
Hundred mill I see it and if I believe it I can achieve it
If you need that weed yo [?] my nigga I can beat it
When I put your favorite song and I met that bitch
I didn't need it, all I need was fuck that bitch
Until that I was like I did need it
Fuck the [?] money talking
I'm feeling like Charlie Sheen and Damon Wayans and his brothers
Diamond Lane motherfucka!

[Hook Problem:]
I do what I do, give a fuck how you move
You ain't getting it on your own you can't walk in my shoes, no!
This is my life, this is my life
Get high, drink drink made a gang of cash
And all my bitches got a gang of ass off
This is my life, this is my life

done

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